This is a very personal post and it doesn’t really have anything to do with miles and points. But then again, it has everything to do with miles and points.
The stress is off now because everything turned out OK, but that wasn’t the case just a few days ago. Last month, I took my son for a regular annual check-up. He seems perfectly healthy and I didn’t expect any issues. Well, when they did his urine test (I know, TMI), they found some protein in it. It indicates potential liver problems.
The doctor said maybe it was a fluke and asked me to re-test him in a few days. No big deal. Well, we went back to the office and protein level actually went up. I could tell the doctor was a bit freaked out, which in turn freaked me out.
Now we had to go do a blood test and my son cried the entire time. It was this pathetic cry that totally breaks your heart. I looked up info online (never do that!) and read that if blood test looks suspicios, the next step is taking a sample of the liver. What? Thankfully, the results didn’t indicate any serious problems. We still have to take him back a few times to make sure everything is really fine but for now, it appears that we can breathe a sigh of relief.
This episode brought back all the emotions dating back to my pregnancy. Needless to say, it was a rollercoaster from the start. At twelve weeks we heard the heartbeat and thought that we could finally relax. Nope. Just two days later I thought for sure I was having a miscarriage. Somehow I made it to 35 weeks and my son had to go to NICU. You know those smiling women who get wheeled out from the hospital while holding their newborn baby? I wasn’t one of them. I remember just sobbing the entire way to the car with everybody staring at me. Well, I’ve always been a drama queen.
The hospital is located 1 hour away from our house, and we had to make a daily drive to see the baby for few hours while I was recovering from c-section. Did I mention that I also had a toddler back at home? But at the time, I just had to focus on getting him to the point of being healthy enough to go home. My son was stuck in his incubator, yellow from jaundice, hooked up to monitors and tubes. And we were actually the lucky ones. Some of the babies in that NICU unit never made it home.
The truth is, parenthood is exhausting. You never really stop worrying, do you? Still, this whole thing reminded me how grateful I should be to have two relatively healthy children. One day you wonder if you should make a speculative transfer to Southwest, and then something like this hits you like a ton of bricks. Miles, points and travel in general, are gravy when your kids are healthy. It’s something I know I take for granted sometimes.